Maxioms by Robert Browning
From the sprinkled isles,
Lily on lily, that o'erlace the sea.
From the sprinkled isles,
Lily on lily, that o'erlace the sea.
Only I discern
Infinite passion, and the pain
Of finite hearts that yearn.
Only I discern
Infinite passion, and the pain
Of finite hearts that yearn.
I give the fight up; let there be an end,
A privacy, an obscure nook for me,
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I give the fight up; let there be an end,
A privacy, an obscure nook for me,
I want to be forgotten even by God.
This could but have happened once,
And we missed it, lost it forever.
This could but have happened once,
And we missed it, lost it forever.
